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Word Salad - a writing prompt from my latest class

I mentioned that I'm taking a 4-week introduction to writing class at Lighthouse Writers Workshop in Denver. It is amazing! I am loving the creativity it is inspiring and the instructor is fantastic. Last night we focused on the sensory aspects of writing and one of my favorite activities was Word Salad. Our instructor handed around a bowl full of words: written, typed, cut from magazines... we pulled out a pinch and then wrote a poem using as many of the words as we wanted and adding our own. The creative spirit really flowed and I was once again reminded of how much I love writing poetry. It's something I enjoyed as a child and then laid aside as I focused on other things in my studies. I also forget to read poetry, but luckily Joy gave us a bunch of recommendations for books to read. Here is the poem I wrote last night. It's still raw - no editing. And I enjoyed every second.

And send my regards to infinity

True vulnerability is received through kindness
It is a luscious umbrella of hope
True vulnerability is naked feet on grass, grounding you with purpose
It loves with a moon of emeralds
True vulnerability is a pearl eraser that smudges the fizzle protecting your heart
True vulnerability is infinite

Oh, and while I typed this, a new loaf of sourdough finished in the oven. I think I'm getting good at this, but I won't know for sure until I cut into it after it cools for an hour...


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